Sipping tea in the cool of the eve,listening to the songs of cicadasand bullfrogs courting,

Watching the trees grow and thestars age in tandem with Time's soulful march,

The wide open sky calling us both as we hold hands and rock talking aboutthe day,the precious taste of love a burst of sweetness in mouths well familiarwith each other's souls, the smooth, creamy center of the joys we share.

Making love to you in slow motionwatching life pass by in your eyes,the sensual heat of auric minglinga tantric expression of twonessbecome oneness,a sameness in the kind of loveyou give to me,so just

Riseand shine on,because

I want to grow oldwith you.

Count the wrinkles on your face as the measure of our years together,tickle you under the coversand complain about myarthiritis while you rub my back and whisper secret sounds to my soul,

Listen to the children and grandchildren mutterabout life's twists and turns,smiling in understanding as we share the wisdom of our years.

Walking slowly down the laneas the light dims on our timein the sun,the evening shadows lenthening,the wonder of tommorrow a promisereminiscent of the blessing ofso many yesterdays.

So please,

Rise,and shine onbecause

I want to die with you in my arms.

Spiritual twin, sending me spinninglost in wonder and so many miracles of youand I sharing life after life,bonded across time,making love to the light.

Take me with you in thought, and our dreams shall become one.

Feel me close to you in soul,and the vision of eternity willopen into vistas undreamt.

I want to be...

I have to be...

I need to be...

I am that one,that love,that sun,that rises in your eyes, as yourise, in mine.

Truly inspiring as to what soul mates represent in one another's eyes. Decades of sunsets and sunrises are quilled into Rise to follow life's journeys in synchopation to the rhythm of spirituality - a roulette of a quintessential write - 50-50 split! Be well, Mark...Blessed Be.